June 20th, 2014

Sinfest - The Truth

Of Birthdays

Of birthdays:

Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday—the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight—the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her—the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet—and the black shadows of the forest behind—all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song. -- Lewis Carroll
Shaman - Horse

Beware the Artist

A bit of poetry / song lyric about a topic close to my heart...

Shiva the Artist

My comfortable box is no more
It was given to me by my betters
Now my box was smashed
Solace no more
The Artist is to blame

(chorus)
Beware the Artist
They will destroy the cold precious
They will lead you to warm unknowns
You will be free to join us

I followed the Artist
Down trails previously unseen
Vistas revealed to tug my soul
A salve of revelation embraced me
The Artist was my guide

(chorus)
Beware the Artist
They will destroy the cold precious
They will lead you to warm unknowns
You will be free to join us

I am free to seek paths known by none
Personal visions foreign to my past
The Artist has released me from myself
Free at last
The Artist is me

(chorus)
Beware the Artist
They will destroy the cold precious
They will lead you to warm unknowns
You will be free to join us

Now I rail against your walls
They tremble at my touch
I can show you what lays beyond your box
Join us if you will
A destroyer, guide, and liberator

(chorus)
Beware the Artist
They will destroy the cold precious
They will lead you to warm unknowns
You will be free to join us